Among all dichotomies, one is always bathed in light, the other shrouded in darkness.
One is revered as 'good,' its counterpart deemed 'bad.'
Good is embraced, bad is shunned. There exists a favorite, a darling of destiny, while the other suffers the cold shoulder of neglect.
Consider the sun and the moon. They herald the cycle of day and night, markers of our fleeting existence. Surely one is luckier, more adored than the other?
For most, the sun is the beloved while the moon garners sympathy, even disdain. Yet, perhaps it is the sun that merits our compassion, not the moon.
And this viewpoint might not be as eccentric as it seems. The moon, a solitary boulder of rock and ice, shines only by the grace of another's light. Held in the earth's gravitational grip, it neither escapes into the void nor crashes into us; tethered in this eternal limbo, forever consigned to darkness. Yet, although it basks in the sun's reflected glow, it can never feel its warmth.
Contrastingly, the sun stands alone, bound by nothing yet binding all. Nine planets dance in its gravitational ballet, bathed in its fierce warmth and radiance. Yet it faces the desolation of touchless existence - for anything daring to venture too close would be reduced to cinders long before making contact.
A lonely existence indeed.
Comets have grazed the moon, and craters scar its icy facade, but the sun remains untouched. The moon, a lifeless rock in perpetual orbit, shall exist eternally. In contrast, the sun, like all life, has an expiry date.
Many would argue that the sun isn't truly alive. But, doesn't the inevitability of death imply the existence of life?
Indeed, its death won't occur within our lifetimes, or even several millennia hence, but the sun's demise is as inevitable as ours. For nothing living can evade death, not even when its lifespan dwarfs countless human generations.
But even if the moon endures a perpetual night, it isn't solitary in the frigid cosmos. Stars keep it company throughout its celestial journey. The sun stands alone, its brilliance so overpowering that we only see it in the azure emptiness, never alongside a cosmic companion.
Don't pity the moon, destined for eternity amongst the stars, shining for all our lifetimes. Instead, sympathize with the sun, destined for solitude until its eventual death.
Yet, our tears would be futile, evaporating before reaching their target. Perhaps, all we can do is express gratitude or praise (cue the Dark Souls reference).
Consider this: Every living entity reaps benefits from the Sun. Yet, what does it receive in return? Nothing.
Ponder over it.